God bless the dead, Oh, death, don't you ever rest? From Adam to the last soul, You vow to take all, You are always punctual, To the living you brought trauma, To the dead, you brought peace, from the horrors that occupy this world. To those who predeceased our aching souls, Our souls ache not for your absence, Not for your untimely departure, It aches because we envy the peace you enjoy. You once slept peacefully, Now we sleep waiting to be slain, Waiting to be kidnapped. Remember the elites, once enjoyed maximum security, While we were being slain and abducted? Now the storm doesn't...